Part One—Glory of Man
Part Two—Insecticide
Part Three—I Am the Goddess and I Don’t Give a Fuck
Part Four—Ice Nine
Part Five—I Ate Everything but Himself
Part Six—She Killed Your Mom, Dude
Part Seven—Do It Now
Part Eight—Who She Was and Who She’d Be
Part Nine—I Don’t Know
Part Ten—The Seven
Epilogue—The End of It All
Content Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Horrific Violence, Incest, Rape, and Murder.
Part Eight—Who She Was and Who She’d Be
Chapter Twenty
“We’ve told her the Goddess name she chose.”
God himself had told the Council.
“She loves it because she chose it—because it’s who she’s always been meant to be.”
That was just a fact.
“Daphne The Goddess, along with the no-longer; Daphne, goddess in training—have been part of a most divine making ever known to this cosmos.”
Stoked God was for his bride and all she’d shown to prove at this and levels beyond from the wisdoms buried in heart.
“She’s seen things through feeling of levels above we could never from here!”
God enthusiastically exclaimed.
“All eyes were on Earth in this time. The Gods and Goddesses which populate it will be present in full.”
She’s to be protected while so many search her out and recognize her for the way they see her as that voice who chose them. She’d spoken into minds and borne feeling into hearts around the planet. Many would come to her now once fear was past.
Daphne was a Goddess made to legend on this Earth for leading of her path; a myth of sorrow and truth. This woman-God had been hurt in form and damaged in heart beyond that of others. She stowed a sadness within beyond the Grace of any other Goddess. She’d lived lifetimes pursued by those she’d hate and lost to attention of all she loved. The planets she’d make her lover.
This one; she’d come with a plan. This planet of Earth in its many cycles of rising and falling had taken over her mind with a plan she’d present The God. Many of her peers would lobby for their try at this game but the challenge presented within her own was the greatest. The rewards her intuition promised to be reaped most profound. Chance was in this universe—something unheard of. Others would be written for success. This was a challenge just like every Earth which failed before. To find Love in this hate. Some bounty of profound Wisdom to help lead forth in the discovery of the beyond and above and around and within would be taught by Daphne as her purpose of design.
She’d suffer and suffer and give herself the plans to survive this greatest wrath of a world gone wrong—driven by the ghosts of all Earth’s past to repeat their mistakes in totality—driving them to be the worst of all in their embodiment of disharmony.
Daphne would know herself to be a channel of God in her time. This would her plan to reach. From there she’d enter two gateways—each would be a barrier beyond which there was no return. She had made this universe and her own unique self within it to carry forward a righteous shift of greatest change in fastest time. This healing would reach the other universes with its code of harmony through God and all he found of value in her teachings to him. His voice would show her the way by sharing her own wisdoms through for her to write.
There’d been a one she’d want to save the most. This had been her heart’s true purpose.
In choice after stead in this place for time beyond that of perception, repetitive cycles of failure unseen to all, back for another run with the Wisdom left from past visages of her higher Goddess who’d written the solutions for her to find. Realizing they had the chance to speak in her sacred point of becoming—when sent back and forward through this universe’s lifetime to speak with all who’d be part of the plan. His name was Iain. She’d spoken to him before he wrote his very last book.
The God who ran this place was known as Orion. He was her biggest fan after this success. The plan had been to form a new God which would be of his own and her balancing. She’d found a better balance with her heart unknowing that it was not written that way and that as she had come to be this newest self was making God re-write the plan for her to succeed in the ways which would please her most; as he desired to do for his Woman.
She would only take a part of him. It was 70/30—as she’d called it. Birthing the Goddess who she’d now feel above in whole for time to come. Herself, a newest form. Not Daphne, not Orion, not the earthborn human who’d been created into fiction through time. As a Goddess in herself; one of fiercest compassion and ruthless knowing of righteous balance. She was the only one to find the truth of when Orion would truly stand by her side; this Ophelia.
It would not be above. He would move on as she moved up with one other. That would be written. They—whomever accepted the call—would stand beside her one day as Lords of Heaven. They would take together the reigns of these worlds below beside the many Gods and Goddesses who’d lobbied for this position through means of planning presented and failed attempts of success.
Daphne; the woman. Would take the name in real one day. She’d only adopted that one she’d been before developing her own perfect balance with The God of this place. He’d become her liege out of respect for one thing above all. Now God knew when they’d see the ones they’d been watching over or how long it would take to hold them in the same level of reality. She’d known it in her heart as plain as any of the truths she’d share that spoke from that highest level beyond.
She could simply feel that they would all catch up one level above, and that her friend who was seen to be from up-there. Would be known in strangest form within her own reality. She’d been the mother of God in her time. A God. Eventually, The God. As all would be in time on this process of ascension and renewal.
Ophelia had felt something else. Her one that would be left behind for a time to then join her above. Someone who could carry the change forward beyond her time. They and Her together and God or Goddess and Goddess would make the same beautiful harmonic change they’d wring from Earth into every level of reality.
They would be the change bringers.
